Song Nanqiao had made a reservation at the city’s most expensive Western restaurant and even booked a private room.
When she brought Wen Wenyao inside, the eyes of the surrounding waitstaff were drawn to her. In a brief moment, everyone’s attention was focused on Wen Wenyao. This girl was excessively outstanding in both appearance and demeanor, causing this well-trained waitstaff to involuntarily take a second look.
“Let’s go in.” Song Nanqiao held Wen Wenyao’s hand and led her into the private room. Wen Wenyao, who was being led, obediently followed behind, gently gripping Song Nanqiao’s hand.
“Why did you choose this place?” Wen Wenyao sat across from Song Nanqiao, not expecting her to book such an upscale restaurant.
This meal was bound to cost at least seventy to eighty thousand.
“Perhaps only a restaurant of this caliber can be worthy of you.”
Song Nanqiao said thoughtfully while gazing at Wen Wenyao’s face.
Her gaze started to become somewhat intense as she looked at Wen Wenyao. She truly believed that Wen Wenyao was too perfect, especially her face, which could make her unable to look away. In her eyes, no one could compare to Wen Wenyao.
“Why are you suddenly looking at me like this?” Wen Wenyao’s lips curled slightly. When Song Nanqiao looked at her with that expression, it made her feel both shy and delighted.
“Sorry.”
The girl’s words snapped Song Nanqiao out of her thoughts. She knew that her gaze might have been a bit impolite and quickly averted her eyes.
“It’s okay.”
Wen Wenyao didn’t mind and was even a little pleased.
While the two were chatting, the waitstaff brought some appetizers. Dish after dish of delicate food was placed on the table. It wasn’t too much, but the exquisite dishes were beautifully arranged. Wen Wenyao had a little, but she noticed that Song Nanqiao had barely touched her chopsticks.
She was just sipping the tea that came with it.
“Can you eat some of these?” Wen Wenyao put down her fork and asked with concern.
“I should be able to, just not too much.” Her stomach could handle some soft foods now.
“Don’t force yourself; your health is the most important.” Wen Wenyao ladled some soup into Song Nanqiao’s bowl. Song Nanqiao had lost a lot of weight during this period, and her face had become noticeably thinner. Wen Wenyao had been observing, and it worried her.
She had wanted to help Song Nanqiao recover her health several times, but the doctor had advised her to stick to a diet of congee and slowly regain her strength.
“Excuse me, the main courses for both of you have arrived.” The waiter knocked gently on the door and then pushed it open slowly.
Two portions of extremely high-quality meat were brought in. These had just arrived today, and each portion was priced in the hundreds of dollars. There was also a bowl of shrimp porridge.
“Give you the extra one.” Song Nanqiao signaled to the waiter and gave the portion with more meat to Wen Wenyao, keeping only the bowl of porridge and a small piece of beef for herself.
She couldn’t eat too much.
“Okay.” The girl smiled faintly and picked up her fork and knife once again.
Her actions in cutting the beef were incredibly skillful and fluid, the result of countless practice sessions. When she ate, she was elegant and refined, with no room for criticism in her manners.
Sitting across from her, Song Nanqiao felt that watching her eat was a pleasure.
After dinner, Song Nanqiao brought Wen Wenyao back to the villa.
Tomorrow, Wen Wenyao had classes, so Song Nanqiao began urging her to sleep early.
“Get some rest; you have classes tomorrow.”
“Yes, but will you accompany me?”
Without Song Nanqiao sleeping by her side, Wen Wenyao always felt somewhat unsettled.
“Of course, I’ll be with you.”
This was their last bit of time together on the weekend, so they naturally wanted to spend it with each other.
At night, the two cuddled up in bed, and Wen Wenyao seemed to sleep soundly, lying quietly on the bed, emitting soft breathing sounds.
The next morning, Wen Wenyao woke up first, while Song Nanqiao was still fast asleep. It was only six o’clock, and she didn’t want to disturb Song Nanqiao, so she quietly put on her clothes, left a small note on Song Nanqiao’s computer, and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
She figured that Song Nanqiao, a workaholic, would be most likely to see it on her computer.
Afterward, Wen Wenyao took some bread from the refrigerator, heated it up, and left the house.
Song Nanqiao had made a reservation at the city’s most expensive Western restaurant and even booked a private room.
When she brought Wen Wenyao inside, the eyes of the surrounding waitstaff were drawn to her. In a brief moment, everyone’s attention was focused on Wen Wenyao. This girl was excessively outstanding in both appearance and demeanor, causing this well-trained waitstaff to involuntarily take a second look.
“Let’s go in.” Song Nanqiao held Wen Wenyao’s hand and led her into the private room. Wen Wenyao, who was being led, obediently followed behind, gently gripping Song Nanqiao’s hand.
“Why did you choose this place?” Wen Wenyao sat across from Song Nanqiao, not expecting her to book such an upscale restaurant.
This meal was bound to cost at least seventy to eighty thousand.
“Perhaps only a restaurant of this caliber can be worthy of you.”
Song Nanqiao said thoughtfully while gazing at Wen Wenyao’s face.
Her gaze started to become somewhat intense as she looked at Wen Wenyao. She truly believed that Wen Wenyao was too perfect, especially her face, which could make her unable to look away. In her eyes, no one could compare to Wen Wenyao.
“Why are you suddenly looking at me like this?” Wen Wenyao’s lips curled slightly. When Song Nanqiao looked at her with that expression, it made her feel both shy and delighted.
“Sorry.”
The girl’s words snapped Song Nanqiao out of her thoughts. She knew that her gaze might have been a bit impolite and quickly averted her eyes.
“It’s okay.”
Wen Wenyao didn’t mind and was even a little pleased.
While the two were chatting, the waitstaff brought some appetizers. Dish after dish of delicate food was placed on the table. It wasn’t too much, but the exquisite dishes were beautifully arranged. Wen Wenyao had a little, but she noticed that Song Nanqiao had barely touched her chopsticks.
She was just sipping the tea that came with it.
“Can you eat some of these?” Wen Wenyao put down her fork and asked with concern.
“I should be able to, just not too much.” Her stomach could handle some soft foods now.
“Don’t force yourself; your health is the most important.” Wen Wenyao ladled some soup into Song Nanqiao’s bowl. Song Nanqiao had lost a lot of weight during this period, and her face had become noticeably thinner. Wen Wenyao had been observing, and it worried her.
She had wanted to help Song Nanqiao recover her health several times, but the doctor had advised her to stick to a diet of congee and slowly regain her strength.
“Excuse me, the main courses for both of you have arrived.” The waiter knocked gently on the door and then pushed it open slowly.
Two portions of extremely high-quality meat were brought in. These had just arrived today, and each portion was priced in the hundreds of dollars. There was also a bowl of shrimp porridge.
“Give you the extra one.” Song Nanqiao signaled to the waiter and gave the portion with more meat to Wen Wenyao, keeping only the bowl of porridge and a small piece of beef for herself.
She couldn’t eat too much.
“Okay.” The girl smiled faintly and picked up her fork and knife once again.
Her actions in cutting the beef were incredibly skillful and fluid, the result of countless practice sessions. When she ate, she was elegant and refined, with no room for criticism in her manners.
Sitting across from her, Song Nanqiao felt that watching her eat was a pleasure.
After dinner, Song Nanqiao brought Wen Wenyao back to the villa.
Tomorrow, Wen Wenyao had classes, so Song Nanqiao began urging her to sleep early.
“Get some rest; you have classes tomorrow.”
“Yes, but will you accompany me?”
Without Song Nanqiao sleeping by her side, Wen Wenyao always felt somewhat unsettled.
“Of course, I’ll be with you.”
This was their last bit of time together on the weekend, so they naturally wanted to spend it with each other.
At night, the two cuddled up in bed, and Wen Wenyao seemed to sleep soundly, lying quietly on the bed, emitting soft breathing sounds.
The next morning, Wen Wenyao woke up first, while Song Nanqiao was still fast asleep. It was only six o’clock, and she didn’t want to disturb Song Nanqiao, so she quietly put on her clothes, left a small note on Song Nanqiao’s computer, and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
She figured that Song Nanqiao, a workaholic, would be most likely to see it on her computer.
Afterward, Wen Wenyao took some bread from the refrigerator, heated it up, and left the house.
